Made to Beg

by Piper Stone

  Made to Beg

  By

  Piper Stone

  Copyright © 2020 by Stormy Night Publications and Piper Stone

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  Stone, Piper

  Made to Beg

  Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson

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  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

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  Chapter One

  Lorenzo

  I was born to rule, the firstborn son of a dangerous man with no conscience. I was taught the old ways, brutal in every aspect, unforgiving in every manner. We were gods, feared by anyone who’d crossed our path. I took what I wanted, no matter the consequences. Chicago was my playground, my tastes bordering on heinous. I was a sadistic man with little patience, but there was no time for entertainment. There was unrest on the city streets, vicious rumors flying. I would do what was necessary to regain control.

  Heads would roll.

  People would die.

  Obedience would be restored.

  No one interrupted me for fear of my wrath, which is why the sight of the tall, voluptuous woman piqued my interest as well as forced my cock to throb. I tilted my head as she was presented like a treat meant for a king, only she was broken, fractured in several ways.

  Blood.

  For some, it meant life. For others the claws of Satan.

  The girl’s face and hands were splattered with the caustic substance, her body shaking as she stood in front of me. The king of the underworld. The fact the girl was even here meant she had guts, something I admired. Cowards had no place in society. Her mouth twisted before opening, the sounds she muttered strangled, the words inaudible. She was rubbing her hands on her jeans, a futile attempt to wipe away the horrific stains.

  What. The. Fuck?

  Blood rained in the streets, violence within various communities of Chicago escalating, but the fallen bodies were almost always men, leaving widows in their wake.

  This was... unexpected.

  On the inside, I was fuming, my blood pressure rising. On the outside, I was the calm and collected leader of the most powerful mafia family in the Midwest, loathed by the majority who knew me and everyone who’d only heard the family name.

  And the trail of devastation.

  This had all the markings of a hit, except I had no idea who the hell the girl was and why she’d be standing in my house. I vaguely heard my second in command as I studied her, my instinct on overdrive. There was a distinct familiarity about her.

  But my attention was drawn back to the phone call at hand.

  “Just fucking deal with him, Vincenzo. You know exactly what to do. Rafael needs a lesson in who owns him and his business. No one betrays me.” I couldn’t take my eyes off the girl, my mind taken to several dark places. “An eye for an eye. Make certain he never steals from me again.” I ended the call, tossing my cell phone on the desk. Her slight gasp reminded me what a heartless man I’d become. However, business was business, and no one challenged my authority in any manner or faced the consequences. At least I hadn’t given the order to end the asshole’s life. “What the hell, Dante? I’m in no mood for interruptions.”

  “Sorry, boss. She just showed up at the gate outside insisting that she knew you. Do you want me to kick her out of here? Probably just a tramp seeking a quick fix.”

  I shifted my gaze toward my top Capo, unable to process the question given the rage enveloping every inch of my system. I knew he meant well, even with his crass words. My reputation of being a hard man, one loathing disruptions of any kind was well known, not only with the ranks of my soldiers but also everyone who’d ever been forced to deal with me.

  I was brutal and unforgiving, my taste for vengeance allowing a tight rein.

  Attacking a woman was something else entirely.

  I gazed down the length of the young woman, snarling under my breath. She was barefoot, with visible scratches on her arms, her clothes disheveled and soiled with what appeared to be dirt or perhaps worse. What stood out the most to me was her once luxurious red hair, portions now caked with dried blood, strings falling across her porcelain skin.

  “You can speak,” I told her, hoping she’d give me some hint about her sudden appearance.

  “Please help me, please. You’re the only one I can turn to,” she half whispered in an agonized manner, her voice husky from whatever terror she’d experienced.

  “It’s all right, Dante. How the hell did she get here?” I asked as I rose to my feet, inching around the corner of my desk. It was late, almost midnight. While my address in Winnetka certainly wasn’t a secret, very few people had balls large enough to knock on my front door.

  “A cab dropped her off. Had to give the asshole driver a few bills,” Dante answered, pushing her forward gently. “She has no identification of any kind and no money either. The freak attempted to extort two hundred large. Almost broke his freakin’ neck.”

  “Did you grill the cabbie?” I lifted an eyebrow when my soldier hesitated. “You did find out where the fuck he picked her up. Right?”

  “Course, boss. Fuller Park.”

  What the fuck was a beautiful woman doing in Fuller Park? The streets were crime-ridden and the horrific violence had nothing to do with the Francesco mafia.

  My family.

  My domain.

  Feral animals controlled that particular area of town; drug dealers and sex traffickers even keeping the police at bay.

  “Interesting. Are you hurt, doll?”

  She swallowed several times before shaking her head, shifting from foot to foot. From the looks of it, she’d run a distance in order to get away from her attacker. There was something haunting about her appearance.

  “All right. Let’s start with your name and why you insisted on coming to my house,” I demanded.

  She chewed on her lower lip, blinking several times. Shit, we were getting nowhere. She was obviously nervous and untrusting, as if I wouldn’t be in her condition. I had to give her some slack.

  “Take off, Dante. I can handle this from here.” While he knew better than to question my command, he took long strides in my direction, clearing his throat before lowering his voice.

  “You sure that’s wise, boss? She could be a plant or an assassin. You know the shit a few of us have heard recently.”

  Sighing, I also realized that given the various difficulties the syndicate had faced lately, including the murder of two of my low-level soldiers, I should remain on edge. However, my instincts were usually damn good. This girl wasn’t a threat.

  Someone was out to kill her.

  Her connection to me was far too intriguing to send her away.

  I tipped my head, locking eyes with his before motioni
ng toward the door.

  Dante nodded, backing away instantly, realizing he’d crossed the line. “I’ll call you in the morning, boss. Let me know if you need anything.”

  “Just keep your mouth shut about this, Dante.” I waited until the office door was closed before walking toward the bar, pouring two hefty tumblers of bourbon. I watched her as she studied my office, her body swaying. I grabbed a bar towel, wetting it with warm water before taking the drinks and the cloth in her direction. I expected her to wince or appear frightened. When she offered a slight smile, I was forced to admit, I was drawn to her for some inexplicable reason.

  Her hand was still shaking as she reached out, taking the towel tentatively. I noticed several of her manicured fingernails were broken. My rage increased.

  I pointed toward the couch, trying my best to keep my patience with her. She was openly petrified, strangled sounds continually pushing past her lips. I eased one of the drinks in front of her, moving to sit on the oversized chair. I continued to study her as she wiped her face, tenderly at first then her actions becoming manic, her chest rising and falling erratically.

  “Hey, take it easy, doll. You’ve obviously been through an ordeal.”

  Seconds later, she dropped the cloth, immediately reaching for the drink, at first almost knocking it over. When she was able to grasp the thick glass, she took several gulps, her swallowing sounds exaggerated.

  “Who did this to you?”

  Five seconds passed.

  Another ten.

  “I...” She rocked her body, unable to look me in the eyes.

  I waited for a full minute, savoring the smooth liquor as it slid down the back of my throat. I moved the glass from hand to hand, uncertain how to approach this. “Look, if you want my help, you’re going to have to talk to me. Patience isn’t one of my virtues, so you need to at least tell me your name.”

  Another hesitation.

  A slight moan.

  “All right. I don’t play games, doll. I’ll call you a cab and you can clean yourself up in one of my bathrooms before it arrives.” I moved to a standing position, frustrated as fuck, turning away from her and heading toward my desk in order to grab my phone.

  “Wait,” she pleaded.

  I shifted toward her slowly as she lifted her head. “My name is Sierra Fox, Lorenzo. Maybe you remember me. I had nowhere else to go and you are the only man I can trust. The truth is, you’re the only man who can keep me alive. If he finds me, he’s going to kill me.”

  Oh, my God.

  My cock twitched, my balls tightening. I was more aroused than I’d been in years, four years to be exact.

  As I looked into her penetrating emerald green eyes, I was lost for a moment in one of the sweetest memories I’d ever had.

  “You belong to me,” I stated in a commanding tone as I rubbed the leather strap between my fingers.

  “Yes, sir,” Sierra whispered, struggling with the shackles binding her lovely ankles and wrists.

  “I told you that you were required to obey me at all times and you fucked up, doll. Now, you’re going to receive harsh punishment just like I promised.” My mouth watered seeing her naked body strapped to the bed. I wanted nothing more than to shove my cock into her tight little asshole.

  Like I’d done several times in the past few days.

  Like I would again after whipping her.

  I rubbed my hand across her rounded bottom, still warm from the last spanking I’d given her, and inhaled. The scent of her perfume mixing with her feminine wiles was almost too much to bear, but she required a reminder that no matter where she was, she would always belong to me.

  I gave her four strikes, one coming after the other. The sound of her husky moans was a reminder that I was a sadistic man, although this beautiful woman had brought out another side of me. One of caring.

  One of almost desperate hunger.

  Electricity soared, roaring like a wild beast, my throbbing cock straining against my tight pants. The moment I brought down the strap again, the whooshing sound invigorating, I almost lost control. Her bottom blossomed in a warm kiss of pink. I could lose myself in this girl.

  One day I would own her, body and soul.

  One day there would be no turning back, no way she could say no.

  One day she would be mine.

  I swallowed hard, my entire body shaking from the visions as well as the vile anger.

  At that very moment and without a second’s worth of reservation, I vowed that I would find this motherfucking asshole. I would hunt him down no matter how long it took, and the useless piece of garbage would die by my hands.

  Slowly.

  Painfully.

  His death the only mercy he’d ever receive.

  And I was tingling with excitement.

  * * *

  Four years before

  Cancun

  Blue skies.

  Turquoise waters.

  White sandy beaches.

  Yeah, that shit wasn’t me, but I was there, sipping on some fucking frothy concoction for the first time in my life. My father had insisted I take a break, removing myself from the vigilante justice I’d performed on several occasions. While I respected the man, I loathed being sent away for any reason. I was building my reputation, refusing to take the backseat to anything or anyone. Still, blood running in the streets wasn’t in our best interest.

  Especially with the FBI breathing down our necks.

  What the fuck. At least I wasn’t forced to listen to the bullshit on the streets, the basic thugs begging for another day or two in which to pay their weekly dues. I took another sip, snarling before pushing the glass away and motioning for the bartender. It might be ninety outside, but a tall scotch was in order instead of this shit.

  “Too frothy for a big, rugged man?”

  The lilt of her voice created an immediate reaction. Burning desire. When I shifted to look at the woman asking the question, I could swear I was witnessing an angel who’d touched down on Earth, ready to partake in dirty, filthy things. “Too sweet.”

  “I agree with you. I’ll have whatever you’re having.” She inched closer to the barstool next to me, a knowing smile on her face. “That is, if you don’t mind the company.”

  Provocative.

  Seductive.

  And I knew I was going to feast on her pretty pink pussy within minutes.

  I was a man used to getting exactly what I wanted. In women. In business. And in life. Today would be no exception. I’d noticed her before, she and her two girlfriends who were also staying at the resort. I could even say we’d flirted on several occasions, although I wasn’t that kind of man. On this day, her friends were nowhere to be seen. I motioned toward the seat next to me, yanking my libido back into some level of control, at least for now. “What’s your name, doll?”

  “Hmm... I haven’t been called a doll I think ever. My name is Sierra. What’s yours?” She gave me a look that screamed of interest in a dark and kinky manner. I could tell she’d already had at least one drink, perhaps allowing her to feel free in making a connection with a stranger.

  “Lorenzo.” First names were all we needed. We weren’t here to develop some long-term relationship, as if I would ever enter into one. This was all about a different kind of connection.

  Carnal in nature.

  No one would ever accuse me of being a romantic. I was brutal in every aspect of life, including demanding full submission from the women I fucked. However, I hadn’t had a taste of a woman in almost a year, a product of business more than anything. I gazed down the length of her, nasty thoughts about everything I would do to her luscious body swimming in my mind.

  She was beautiful in an unassuming manner, her thick and long red hair catching the bright sun, sending luminescent shimmers in my direction. She wore a bikini, shocking red in color, the thin slip of material barely covering her voluptuous breasts. A husky growl furrowed in my throat, ready to be heard by all around me.

  The barte
nder slid the drinks in front of us, a sly smile covering the man’s face. There was no doubt the electricity that surged between Sierra and me, the current vibrating and humming like a live wire. I swirled the glass, twisting the drink back and forth before taking a long gulp. And she was watching my every move, her tongue dragging back and forth across the rim of her glass.

  Dear fucking God. I wanted this woman. I craved shoving my throbbing cock in her mouth, face fucking her until I could take no more, then shoving my shaft into her wet pussy like the wild animal I’d become. But only after marking her rounded bottom with my belt. I’d never craved anything so intensely, my entire body more alive than it had been in years. Whoever the fuck this woman was, she would soon belong to me.

  Whether she agreed or not.

  There was little in the way of conversation, merely a few niceties that seemed appropriate. When our drinks were finished, I ordered champagne to be delivered to my room.

  “Come with me,” I stated after taking her hand. I towered over her by several inches and the way she placed her palm against my chest was enough to bring out the beast from deep within. She wasn’t going to deny me everything I longed for.

  Not now.

  Not ever.

  Sierra didn’t hesitate, merely clasping her fingers in mine, able to keep up with my long strides as I led her toward my suite overlooking the magnificent ocean.

  Once inside, I cupped both sides of her face, rubbing my thumbs across her tantalizing skin. “This is just a thing between us. Nothing more. Got it?”

  “Oh, I got it,” she answered, arching her back and tilting her head. Those damn gorgeous green eyes stared back at me knowingly. She was fully aware I was going to ravage her body.

  I took several deep breaths before crushing my mouth over hers, immediately forcing her lips apart with my hungry tongue. The taste of her was sweeter than I’d imagined, the hints of cinnamon mixing with the bold taste of scotch a powerful aphrodisiac. I was entranced from minute one, losing myself in the mystery of her.

  When I yanked her body against mine, she moaned into the kiss, pressing her hands against me. I loved the way her fingers dug into my naked skin, her perfectly manicured nails digging in, the hint of pain far too enjoyable. I fisted her hair, dragging her even closer and as she undulated her hips, sliding her body back and forth, my cock stood at full attention.